“I knew you’d like it,” he says with a side smile before he turns, laying out the blanket over the tall grass closest to the split peak. He lowers himself down and pats the space beside him, beckoning me. I happily comply, taking my place next to him. I sit, bracing myself on my arms, knees half bent and my face turned up to the sky. I just sit and gaze up at the stars for some interminable amount of time until I feel the gentle stroke of his thumb up and down my arm, over and over sending with it a shiver of desire. I turn to him and it feels like there are tangible sparks between us. It's been like this since our first date two months ago, but somehow I feel like I’ve known him forever.I hopeI’ll know him forever.
“Someday, I’d like to develop this land,” he says. “Make it a place people call home.”
“Interesting,” I reply. “I guess I’m just greedy, because I was thinking this would be a great place to buildahome. Singular.”
We both laugh, and then he sits up and gently kisses me. Putting his lips to mine, he tugs me in close, then runs his tongue over my lips in a silent plea to open. I allow him in and his kisses envelop me, warming me, filling me. This kiss —hiskiss — is a languid and emotion-filled kiss. It’s not slow, but not urgent. Not hungry, but not satisfied. It’s nothing and everything, and my insides are on fire. Iburnfor this man.
In one motion, he places my back to the blanket and lays me out beneath him. My breath turns quick and heavy as he slips his hand underneath my tank top, his large palm gliding across my stomach and up to my breasts. He gently massages then pinches my nipple through my thin bralette as he continues the kiss that’s stealing my breath. I moan as he pulls my lip between his teeth and tugs ever so gently. He pulls away, slightly breathless, and breathes into my ear, “Babe, I need you. Right now.”
I nod my head and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He unbuttons my jean shorts and slides them down leaving my pink lace underwear in place. He pauses and stares at them for just a moment before bending over me and placing his mouth right over the sheer fabric covering my mound and sucks, depriving me of thoughts and eliciting a squeal of desire from me.
“God you’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”
I nod again, the ability to form words has left.
“I thought about you all day today,” he says, reaching down to put one hand behind my neck, firmly holding me while simultaneously stroking my jaw with his thumb. The look on his face is different tonight. I can’t figure out the emotion behind it, but his body is still encouraging, nudging me forward as he grinds his thick erection over me. I reach out and begin unbuckling his belt as he reaches in his back pocket for a condom. He releases me, pulling his jeans and briefs down, exposing his long, thick cock which has already begun to leak and throb. I can’t look away as I lick my lips in anticipation. He opens the foil and slowly rolls it down his length. Once he turns his eyes to me, though, I flip my eyes to his and lock in. I move to start pulling my panties down when his hand reaches out quickly and stops me, accompanied by a quick shake of his head.
“No, I need to be inside younow,” he says hoarsely as he releases my hand then shoves my panties to the side and lines himself up at my entrance. Before I can even inhale, he’s thrusting into me and bottoming out. I’m so wet for him, there’s only smooth friction, and the feeling of complete fullness and heat.
God, he feels so fucking good as he pulls out slowly and thrusts briskly back into me.
“You feel so good babe, so tight,” he pauses briefly. “You were made for my dick.”
If I thought I was hot before, his words set my blood boiling and with each thrust rubbing against all my sensitive spots, I can feel my muscles starting to tense. Every bit of my body seems to pull and want to contract to where he’s sliding in and out of me at an aggressive pace. I’m so close.
“I’m going to c-com-,” I stutter, but he stops me before I can finish.
“Look at me,” he says with all the dominant authority that makes my insides quiver. When my eyes meet his, the dam breaks and my inner walls convulse and contract pulling him in, my back arching, my moan guttural, but my eyes remain locked on his. He thrusts one more time slamming into me and lets out a deep moan. Shuddering above me, he thrusts his spurts into me as my aftershocks continue milking him. Eyes still locked, my emotions are blooming and multiplying at an egregious rate for this man, and I can’t keep it to myself any longer.
I start, “I….I think I l-love…”
“Stop,” he says in an alarmingly brash tone.
One word, four letters — that's all it takes for the switch to flip and my post sex body goes utterly rigid as the anxiety starts ramping up in my veins, spreading to every extremity until I’m on the verge of trembling. But not from lust or ecstasy. This is fear, pure fear.
“I can’t do this,” he says in a firm voice. “I can’t do this with you. I’m sorry.”
He then slowly pulls out of me and begins pulling up his briefs and refastening the button on his jeans.
With you…can’t do thiswith you.On the outside, I appear completely unmoving, but on the inside, it feels like someone threw a grenade in my chest, and it just detonated, depriving me of oxygen. My insides are scorched yet simultaneously ice has crept in, freezing and crippling my limbs. My stomach rolls, and I think I might be sick.What. The. Hell.
It may have been 30 seconds or ten minutes, but he finally reaches out and gingerly hands me my shorts like I’m a delicate flower that might wilt under too much pressure. He has no idea I’m a glass sculpture that just had a chisel hammered into my core, cracking me, breaking me.
I can’t look at him. I would rather die than look at him right now. I sit up and slide my shorts on. I start trying to work the top button closed, but I can’t. My hands are clammy and my fingers are trembling and numb. He moves closer to me and asks low and quiet, “Do you want some help?”
His hands are already reaching for the gap in my shorts when I violently lurch backwards, away from him. “DO NOT.EVER.TOUCH. ME. AGAIN,” I say with barely contained rage. Fuck the button on my shorts, they’re not going anywhere, and I turn and start making my way to the foot path through the trees. Without my former guide, I turn my face to the ground and focus on not losing my footing. The last thing I need is to trip, fall, and look like a fool…again.
That’s what I am, a fool. I don’t know what made me think this was real. Someone like him, with someone like me. Was this a dare? A sick joke one of his stupid friends put him up to? I can hear that prick Jake now:“You should totally fuck with the receptionist’s daughter, haha. What an idiot!”He probably did it at that stupid company picnic my momforced us bothto go to. Where I methim. What a mistake.
I’m angry.Understatement of the century. I’m actually really fucking pissed, and at no one more than my own self. My GPA may be a 4.2, but my relationship intelligence on a scale of 1 to 10 is a -946. How did I not see this coming? He probably saw me as some stupid little girl that would keep his dick warm for a couple weeks and nothing more. He can see it, I’m sure everyone else could see it. But not me because I’m an idiot and a fool.
I’ve stopped in front of his car by the passenger door, head down as he makes his way to the gravel lane. “I just need my phone out of your car,” I say, trying my best to keep my tone firm and void of any emotion.
“I’m going to drive you home.”
“NO!” I practically bark, “I just need my phone.” My voice shakes and is moments from cracking, but my pride is holding me upright, and I just need to last a few more minutes.
“Please, I’m not going to leave you here. I can’t leave you here. Get in the car and I’ll drive you home.”
